It’s trip hop meets hip hop meets electro-clash meets europop meets andy peters in a bath of noodles meets the ashes of the napoleonic empire meets alcoholic carol singers meets a baby on a glockenspiel meets salsa meets onions meets chives meets a mutilated dolphin in a wheely bin meets reggaeton meet pavorotti, meets the sound of an antelope being hit by a snowmobile, meets tropical meets sway the fabric not the band, meets Christian rock meets Chris Rock, meets industrial meets acid house meets synth revival meets Eddie Murphy’s laugh, meets Bob Dylan’s mum, meets Cash in the attic, anyways you have to hear it to believe it, but um, we’re very confident this guy is gonna go far.
cosmo sex tip #666
when he’s least expecting it, carve a pentagram in his chest and begin summoning satan
(via youngclaws)



